March 04, 2002 :: 1:39 p.m.
skirts and shirts and god my room is messy
It is Monday. I haven't heard from Borders. And so, as promised, I called them... and was told to call back tomorrow, when the human resources manager will be in. Okay. *send telepathic message to HR manager*
You will hire me. Hiiiiiiire me.So there.
I'm wearing a skirt for the first time in ages. It's bizarre. Skirts aren't usually my thing, because I'm quite short and that messes the length up. Things that are meant to come to the knee on regular-sized people come to the middle of my calf. It's no good. It looks funny. But last year I got this long red skirt at Old Navy and it's great... except for the swishy noise that it makes when I walk, but hey. I can't ever figure out what to wear with it though, shirt-wise. My black Tori shirt is serving that purpose right now, but I believe it may be replaced by the Lost Boys t-shirt, because I like that one better. It's the best. I got it at Sal's for 99 cents and I wear it constantly. Mmm. Worn in t-shirts. Yum.
*coughs* Why exactly am I talking about clothes? Heh... I'm such a girl at heart. Don't tell anyone, though, or I'll be forced to kill you with an eyelash curler. I can do that, you know.
Ho hum. Speaking of Sal's, I'm going there with Adam this afternoon. I have to get some gas beforehand, which means I'll only have like 10 bucks on me, but that's more than enough when you're shopping at the Salvation Army. So... score. I'm going hunting for fun t-shirts and perhaps a dress or two. I think we're also going to venture to Excitement Video, because that's always a porn-tastic good time. Maybe I'll get a bullwhip and run around snapping it at people.
Predicament: I want to make the shirt that I bought yesterday into a purse. Alas, my sewing machine and all my supplies are in my closet. So what should I do? Really, I should clean my room. It's very much in need of a hardcore cleaning. But I have no desire to do such a thing. If I wasn't so poor I'd probably run out and buy a new sewing machine just to avoid cleaning, actually, but that's not an option at the moment. Hmm. Must I break down and clean up a bit? That would be a horrible thing. Fate, why must you punish me this way? You hand me this beautiful, ill-fitting shirt that will make a lovely purse, and then you block off my closet door! How rude.
Er... well I suppose the blocked closet is really my fault, but hey, couldn't you have waved your magical wand and cleaned all that shit up?
back & forth
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